Best Coat Poems
(Giving voice to those who suffered and believe in poetic justice)
Should I cut the corner of your coat?
Too many times you tried to squeeze my throat;
you got perverse pleasure to see my page blank,
thought I have overdrawn the polyglot’s bank.
I saw your glee, you thought I went to flee,
you did not understand, my spirit was in command.
Without ascendancy you appointed yourself as judge,
still I chose not to bear a grudge.
Like David, my sins are uncovered,
like him I never devoured
Nathan; he was not sent by Satan.
He was sent by Him, against Whom all have sinned.
Yet you aimed to shame and then denied,
thought you caught me by surprise and caused my demise.
You have conveniently overlooked my word,
I have confessed and made my peace with the Lord.
Who sent you? You are not a messenger of peace,
Your truth doesn’t set free but spreads strife and disease.
You are not a prophet; are you the false king’s puppet?
I saw Fate throw the dice,
so now you are uncovered before my eyes;
but like David, I too will kill hatred with love,
he was content to cut the corner of Saul’s robe.
An eye for an eye? It won’t make me smile to see you die,
I will not honor vengeful games with my name.
Now, I release myself from all the hurt you’ve caused
and claim God’s gift; He who knows me more than most,
denies you satisfaction to silence my thoughts.
I am forgiven.
Through His grace I forgive you seventy times seven,
on your downfall you won’t see me gloat;
I refuse to even cut the corner of your coat.
From: 1 Samuel 24; 2 Samuel 12:1-13 and Matthew 5: 21-22
Inspired by Olive Eloisa's Theme: Not for contest
Poem of the Day - 04 January, 2016
Categories:
coat, abuse, anti bullying, forgiveness,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Cassidy was a curious dog;
One day he walked into a bog,
Coming out, he looked about,
He couldn't see and began to pout;
Because he’s a sludge caked dog!
Categories:
coat, animal, dog, earth, nature,
Form:
Limerick
I'm sitting by the river in the centre of Inverness
In a place we call the islands, beauty in capture finesse
It's late into the evening as I listen to the cold grey flow
So soothing in this tranquil setting, inside I'm all aglow
I take this time to pause and close my eyes and listen
For in my mind I picture the full moons rivered glisten
This winter coat instrumental resonates with echoing sounds
Pipistrelle bats and Starlings flock, the latter in roosting surround
Whilst in the distance canines bark in a language we can't even comprehend
The picking up of natures delights, in unlimited voiced transcend
As I sit through these melodic notes I begin to realise
That I am here to hear these sounds and every ones a prize
I'm still sitting by the river in the centre of Inverness
If you ever desire to sit beside me, please do, you'll be my guest
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/inverness.php
Categories:
coat, nature, placesriver,
Form:
Couplet
There is that barn again
The red peeling paint shouts
Old worn gray tired it says
Memories running track
Back in the fourties when
Youth did reign rule really
When the paint was new red
Dancing and prancing here
Singing joy fiddle plays
Squares were formed to music
Kicked up her heels in time
Red paint new drew her beaus
Well now that tired worn look
Only need new coat_paint
Categories:
coat, introspection, life, nature, places,
Form:
Couplet
Things you cannot sugar coat: LIST POEM
Child abuse
Sex trafficking
Killings
Murders
Rapes
STDs
Illegal drug use
Alcoholism
Cancer
9/11/01
Automobile wrecks
House fires
Natural catastrophes
Tsunamis
Earthquakes
Volcanic ash
Bullies
Pain
Anger
Rage
Unkindness
Disrespect
Ugly dogs
Dentists
Math
Categories:
coat, perspective,
Form:
List
my coat of arms, two legged wyvern,
exceptionally surreal
Categories:
coat, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Crystalline
Long ago in Littleton, when just a little lad
My parents bought a coat for me of rusty-orange plaid.
Not made for higher fashion, nor one of tailored fit
Yet of all my favorite coats, I’d say this one was “it.”
While I wore it for a time through all that nature threw,
It had another purpose: it was The Coat for you know who!
More than my protection, my “call to arms” to say the least,
I would head out to the back, to confront the wagging beast.
With the single word of: "Up!” a playful ritual began
She lunged upon my sleeve and our raucous bouts began.
I would pull her left, then to the right with all my might
Though often growling loudly, her tail revealed delight.
So many memories of her, I just can’t recite them all,
But here are just a few, I think you’ll see she was a ball!
She could pull her winter sled, with red-cheeked kids aboard
Or endear you with a look, that all of us adored.
I would sleep out in her doghouse, and her bring bones from Mr. Burke.
We would chase her ‘round the basement, when winter storms would lurk.
She would nose a sea-green skillet in the window well for us,
To let us know she’s hungry, and to come and fill it up!
I’m glad I had the privilege, to tussle with Argen.
She gave a million smiles then, as now I smile again.
I’m glad God gave this Newfoundland, to be our pet of choice
She spoke in countless ways and would always heed our voice.
There is something to the notion, that a dog is man’s best friend.
I must concur and plainly state, for me… it was Argen.
While each of us hold memories of what we loved the most,
I go back to days of great forays, in a rusty orange coat.
Categories:
coat, best friend, dog, memory,
Form:
Free verse
from the Black coat to God
brushing my coat
get the dog hairs and lint
trapped in a rough brush
long firm strokes across the shoulders
down the back
there is a flap
like an old trench coat
stitched shut
why
it was meant to fly open freely
allow me to run
and why
did god give us mouths
then sew them shut with religion
Categories:
coat, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
The coat of many colors
Was a story I was told
About a young boy named Joseph
Who for jealousy was sold
Into slavery by his brothers
And brought to a distant land
Where pyramids and idols stood
In a land of palms and sand
The years he spent were lonely ones
Away from Jacob’s tent
Not knowing it was in God’s plan
To Egypt he be sent
To save the whole world from a drought
And the famine that would be
And bring his family to the land
To fulfill the prophecy
Four hundred years the Israelites
Would serve on Egyptian soil
Until a man named Moses came
And freed them from their toil
Because of a coat of many colors
That Jacob gave his son
The freedom of God’s people
By faith was finally won
Now you may think that this tale
Ended thousands of years ago
But here’s one thing that I think
That all of you should know
You never know the purposes
God has in each our lives
He doesn’t tell us everything
And many things he hides
Until we go through the trial
We only see in part
When coming out the other side
It’s then we see God’s heart.
Categories:
coat, hope, inspirational, uplifting
Form:
In crackled tintypes bent with long ago,
Amid flaxen sunset and skies of cherry—
In worn leather-carved ancient scenario,
He dare not lie in milkweed prairie.
He rides resolute toward that sweat-tinged fame,
Always the heart’s hero of our once young eye,
As pale ivory range sighs softly his name
And we all know the real reason why.
It is high sage country that he will ride,
As that tin sun burns alabaster away—
And new birthed rains roll off his cow rancher hide,
So his soft summer’s mirage will stay.
Some see him crude – of but limited worth—
Lacking pure knowledge or certain savoir-faire—
But born of bone plain, he is of no fool’s birth—
A force of nature that’s always there.
From coat’s patina past years slide, of course,
As lines are spurred so deep into his Sphinx face—
But he’d rather be poised high atop his horse
In no other country, time or place.
His heritage is long – it’s here he’ll die—
He rides his own land in cruel spring rains and snows—
And like that wax jacket, he’ll keep his hopes dry,
Because ranching is all that he knows.
Categories:
coat, cowboy-western, hope, introspection, nostalgia,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
I HATE how it squeezes
It unnerves and freezes
Blood pounds through the arm
Setting off my alarm
Read her face like a book
(The nurse has that look)
"It's high to the max"
"Just try to relax!"
"You're close to a stroke"
(Lord, I need a smoke)
Categories:
coat, funny, health,
Form:
Rhyme
5:00 am
And I am most alive
It's still quiet
I know they are on the road
The cars, the trucks, the trailers
But I can't hear them
Rather only bird song from the trees near by
I breathe but I do not inhale air, I inhale life
This time will pass though
As it should
I will get the breakfast
Do the little house hold things here and there
And then leave this home, this shelter
Before the key goes into the lock though
I will put on one last piece of clothing
My coat of extroversion
To hide this shy, fearful, nervous introvert from the world
With it on ...
I'll crack jokes
I'll laugh loudly with the others
I'll talk about things that I don't really care about
Just to keep things normal
Just to avoid the stares
The stares that come if I say
... that I try to write poetry
... that last night I signed up on PoetrySoup
... that I found some great passages by Thoreau
... that American Transcendentalism fascinates me
Hell no! Are you crazy!?
I've got a really great coat
I'll talk about performance engine parts
About the silly politicians
About headlines in the newspaper
About traffic and potholes
And I may even throw some useless complaining to top it off
By the way, did I ever mention I have this really great coat
It's awesome!!!
Categories:
coat, life,
Form:
Free verse
Naked as the day of my birth, I lay upon the floor
coverless and chill, eyes fluttering, closed, yet aware...
inwardly I stare, counting chest rises, in despair.
My fear of onward life is more than I can ignore.
Outside, a fluttering of wings seeking to explore,
the haunting howl of wolf, whose mating call taunts, beware,
both harbingers of death; I grasp with each breath of air,
sending scorching ripples through a shaking fearful core.
Moonlight cloaks my sentient form, and heaven guards my plight.
Covers tossed, comfort shorn, I search for ribald tales
to return to me a bit of warmth and playful light.
A hoot, a yip, a chirping melody, which prevails
reminding me of the paths beyond the pale that invite,
for I am just a dreamer tossed, on night's dark coat-tails.
Date: 9/26/12
Contest: Dreams
Categories:
coat, imagination, me,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
On the coast of gold(Ghana) where ethnic cultures intertwines like glittering and colourful 'bonwire' kente
A vibrant tapestry of diversity divine.
Starting from the South where the powerful Ashanti real heritage
Tracing to the Fante coastal tales of the sea
Across the Nzema fishing net cast upon the tides
To the Ewe's rhythmic abadza
And the atumpan of the Ashanti's that echoes
And rejoices to the dance adowa beating the soil.
Oh Ghana's culture, beacon of our pride
A tool for democratic thrive
The history and festivals like aboakyir, Samba and Kundum
stirs our spirit as the gleaming star of the east forces the earth to revolve around it
Ghanaian culture beauty blooms as democracy prevails within us
For Warrior King's culture, a tool we wield to build a generation graced with autonomy indeed.
The Black Volta spreads walks majestically as autonomy and democracy spreads it's wings
The symphony of highlife and Sankofa the mythical bird of the acient trumpet proverbs of those days
For it is not just the taste of our abunuabunu or the gold that adorn our neck that makes us take our stance
But Remember diversity of our culture
Warrior King's in diversity
In defence shall we fight and perish to bring the eagle full of might
Our culture unite
Our culture our voice
Our culture transforms and clear every blurrish sight
Let us all come together and celebrate Ghanaian culture the Genesis and revelation of democracy.
Thank you
Categories:
coat, africa, art, celebration, culture,
Form:
Free verse
Removing the coat,
Oat,
In Summer hot!
Categories:
coat, food, imagination, nature, seasons,
Form:
Imagism